Sick of the city, Sam quits his job and moves to Minnesota, as far from humanity as possible. He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. After six months of isolation, someone knocks on his door. A huge bearded man is standing on his porch.

Name’s Lars,  the man says, from down the road. Having a party Saturday. Wanna come? 

Definitely,  says Sam. After six months out here, I’m ready to meet some people. 

Gotta warn you,  says Lars, there’s gonna be some drinkin.’ 

No problem: I can drink with the best of them,  says Sam.

More’n likely gonna be some fightin’ too. 

Well, I like people,  Sam says. I’ll be there. 

Lars starts to walk away, but then turns back. I seen some wild sex at these parties, too. 

Not a problem,  says Sam. I’ve been alone for six months! Just one question, though: What should I wear? 